I've been noticing a shift in the homeless lately. I have been seeing more and more often women who look clean with signs that that are mothers out of work. Young people, middle aged, not unkempt. I see them with cardboard signs and it jolts me, because the line between us is thin. What places me in a … Continue reading An Artist’s Life
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Quiet Place
Sometimes I need a quiet place. The world feels discouraging and lonely lately. Not all of it, but a good percentage. Each day can drone on and on with more bad news. Stories of how one group of people puts their ambitions over another's sense of humanity. Entitlement. Me First. America First. Makes me sick, … Continue reading Quiet Place
